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Dominique (audio)
She had dark and subtle eyes with a core of secret fire
That could always spot the true man; that could always spot the liar:
Eyes that saw what was; what is; what may come to be;
That could seduce a butterfly or give a tiger cause to flee.

Today she sat alone in a coffee shop in town
In a coat as black as ebony . . .
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